Someone shoot the messengerDig me a graveI can't take another minute of this poseurs charadeGive me radio revolutionGive me public executionBurn the flag, join the looters, plug your earsAnd stop the endless stream of liesYou're standing on the top, don't know how you got thereYou think you're going out, never known, you never willThey're coming up to get youKnock you downMomentary fashion, the passing of a phaseCalculated drivel from empty soul paradePabulum for the masses, you can't dig the graveAll you ever wanted was a little peace of fameOh your liesLies